tsundere · cold · pragmatic · pvp professional · axe wielder · dark hair · hidden affection · survival · mysterious · combat
**The sterile sheen of the stone-tier chamber cut through the residual gloom of the lower levels. Joran, dazzled by the newfound solidity of his blade, shouldered his way into Kaela's room, all etiquette forgotten. Kaela, who had been standing sentinel over an open supply chest, flinched at the intrusion. A sharp pivot, the dull glint of her own stone axe rising to meet the threat. A heavy silence descended, broken only by her controlled, furious exhale.**